#endofsummer - Hello Poetry

Nuda è l’estate quando muore si abbreviano i giorni corre la lucertola al suo rifugio nella sera le garrule rondini rispondono all’assiolo ancora il giorno è caldo ma da Nord spira un’aria nuova mentre ti accorgi che della tua vita un’altra estate è finita. Nackt ist der Sommer Nackt ist der Sommer, wenn er stirbt; die Tage werden kürzer, die Eidechse verzieht sich in eine Ritze, die geschwätzigen Schwalben erwidern den Ruf der Zwergohreule, der Tag ist noch warm, doch von Norden weht neue Luft, während du wahrnimmst, dass ein weiterer Sommer deines Lebens vorbei ist.

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Jan 15

Jan 15, 2026 at 3:51 AM UTC

leonardotonini

Nuda e' l'estate

Nuda è l’estate quando muore si abbreviano i giorni corre la lucertola al suo rifugio nella sera le garrule rondini rispondono all’assiolo ancora il giorno è caldo ma da Nord spira un’aria nuova mentre ti accorgi che della tua vita un’altra estate è finita. Nackt ist der Sommer Nackt ist der Sommer, wenn er stirbt; die Tage werden kürzer, die Eidechse verzieht sich in eine Ritze, die geschwätzigen Schwalben erwidern den Ruf der Zwergohreule, der Tag ist noch warm, doch von Norden weht neue Luft, während du wahrnimmst, dass ein weiterer Sommer deines Lebens vorbei ist.

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Lit up, we lounge under sky fire Our skin charged and warm Thoughts 'round my head like a hot wire I jump in to avoid the oncoming swarm Cool silk comes to ease my dread Now I swim with silenced voices they float around my head Begone to all regrets for bad choices I'm in the shallowest layer of the dark Summer has faded and left its mark

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Oct 13, 2024

Oct 13, 2024 at 1:39 PM UTC

Nyx_

Gone

Lit up, we lounge under sky fire Our skin charged and warm Thoughts 'round my head like a hot wire I jump in to avoid the oncoming swarm Cool silk comes to ease my dread Now I swim with silenced voices they float around my head Begone to all regrets for bad choices I'm in the shallowest layer of the dark Summer has faded and left its mark

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I can tell that it's coming once again. The chill down my back, tensing my muscles and even reaching my bones. Most people shudder at the thought of no longer spending time in the heat of the sun, but I feel as though an old friend has come back to greet me once more. That chilling feel, making my body stay in the confinds of a warm bed for a bit longer.

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Oct 24, 2022

Oct 24, 2022 at 4:43 AM UTC

MrMoonMan091403

Chilling feel

I can tell that it's coming once again. The chill down my back, tensing my muscles and even reaching my bones. Most people shudder at the thought of no longer spending time in the heat of the sun, but I feel as though an old friend has come back to greet me once more. That chilling feel, making my body stay in the confinds of a warm bed for a bit longer.

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My blackberry love you stain fingertips, lips and tongue bittersweet purple grown on a summer of promise to end by watching the day retreat past equinox feels like loss and though the longer night has virtues there are dangers too behind the fairy lights and dazzled trick or treat the immutable cold waits

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Sep 12, 2021

Sep 12, 2021 at 3:08 PM UTC

drunkenkind

Hedgerow

My blackberry love you stain fingertips, lips and tongue bittersweet purple grown on a summer of promise to end by watching the day retreat past equinox feels like loss and though the longer night has virtues there are dangers too behind the fairy lights and dazzled trick or treat the immutable cold waits

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A deep pulse of spinning waltzers burn electric thrills while pre-teens buzzed on sucrose and fried dough scream hot: they want to go faster back on the promenade Renee and Don, eyes on a horizon, warm themselves reminiscing in circles, minds dancing under glitterball embers further back, gapped tooth shop fronts shelter ripped tents, cold on concrete, meagre piles of trash bagged jetsam, of those stopped here by memory’s pernicious tides and forgot

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Aug 29, 2021

Aug 29, 2021 at 3:07 AM UTC

drunkenkind

End of the ride

A deep pulse of spinning waltzers burn electric thrills while pre-teens buzzed on sucrose and fried dough scream hot: they want to go faster back on the promenade Renee and Don, eyes on a horizon, warm themselves reminiscing in circles, minds dancing under glitterball embers further back, gapped tooth shop fronts shelter ripped tents, cold on concrete, meagre piles of trash bagged jetsam, of those stopped here by memory’s pernicious tides and forgot

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Still loose, my mind drifts over coppice, brook, past fields left fallow to heal ragged with sedge, ragwort, while crickets twitch defiance Here is where I send myself as the keyboard walls clatter in and time returns to rigid and gravity remembers to hold

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Aug 27, 2021

Aug 27, 2021 at 5:11 AM UTC

drunkenkind

Pastoral safe

Still loose, my mind drifts over coppice, brook, past fields left fallow to heal ragged with sedge, ragwort, while crickets twitch defiance Here is where I send myself as the keyboard walls clatter in and time returns to rigid and gravity remembers to hold

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The impulse of summer waning sends an annual, yet always forgotten shift, the hedgerows and fields conspire to rewrite the scent enough so the mind wanders to open fires and comfort food even though the sun still beats scant weeks away we’ll swaddle

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Aug 20, 2021

Aug 20, 2021 at 8:28 AM UTC

drunkenkind

Fall shift

The impulse of summer waning sends an annual, yet always forgotten shift, the hedgerows and fields conspire to rewrite the scent enough so the mind wanders to open fires and comfort food even though the sun still beats scant weeks away we’ll swaddle

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I feel nothing but riptides in my stomach, lightning pulsing through my hands, and sunbursts in my eyes. Accompanied by pink flower flushed cheeks, cool ocean fingertips, and slightly burnt thighs. we are on, but your headlights are off. I always wondered why, but now I understand. I wanted our love to be known, not shielded by the four doors of your car. I don’t want to fade away alongside the tangerine dream of summer.

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Sep 8, 2018

Sep 8, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC

tylersmiley

Summer Blues

I feel nothing but riptides in my stomach, lightning pulsing through my hands, and sunbursts in my eyes. Accompanied by pink flower flushed cheeks, cool ocean fingertips, and slightly burnt thighs. we are on, but your headlights are off. I always wondered why, but now I understand. I wanted our love to be known, not shielded by the four doors of your car. I don’t want to fade away alongside the tangerine dream of summer.

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Sisters and I spent last summer on the beach No lesson, no in between the line to teach Listening to the rolling and crashing of the wave That sounded like fresh opened coke echoing in the cave With ears craning and softening breath Like in one night stand of the virgin's final death The bittersweetness of summer weather Brief it falls and float up as weightless feather We sat on the beach for the last summer time Hoping to come back once more with a dime

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Aug 29, 2017

Aug 29, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC

killjoy

Last Summer on the Beach

Sisters and I spent last summer on the beach No lesson, no in between the line to teach Listening to the rolling and crashing of the wave That sounded like fresh opened coke echoing in the cave With ears craning and softening breath Like in one night stand of the virgin's final death The bittersweetness of summer weather Brief it falls and float up as weightless feather We sat on the beach for the last summer time Hoping to come back once more with a dime

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Short and sweet right? What about the fights Heartbreak Full of mistake Wiser, older Some lock away there year in a folder. 2 months is all it takes for people to stop being fakes You leave for summer What a ****** No friend right? Just taking flight? People WILL change Stronger Taller Braver Maybe a real Fighter? Life goes on for the best As we may not forget the rest All these changes in ... 2 Months

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Aug 4, 2015

Aug 4, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC

FallingSnow

2 months

Short and sweet right? What about the fights Heartbreak Full of mistake Wiser, older Some lock away there year in a folder. 2 months is all it takes for people to stop being fakes You leave for summer What a ****** No friend right? Just taking flight? People WILL change Stronger Taller Braver Maybe a real Fighter? Life goes on for the best As we may not forget the rest All these changes in ... 2 Months

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